“I see no one has ever bothered to teach you manners.”
“Hm?” Perched on a conveniently placed log with small palms extended towards a crackling fire, Fai’s breath fogs from the cold, eyes widened in surprise before the faintest wisp of amusement shows on fair features. “Come now stranger, surely you don’t need me to spoon feed you? I’m not your mother- eat up if you wish. Serve yourself a bowl and make yourself comfy... I thought that much was obvious? Evidently not.” There’s no malice behind her passing comment about the other, eyes curving upwards with a sweet kind of mirth, oblivious as to whom she has stumbled upon.
“My adoptive mother used to make this stew all the time! It has beef, carrot, onion and potato in it and goes particularly well with bread... Although mine is a little on the crunchy side but waste not want not right?” Despite having told the stern looking male to get himself, the petite woman hops up in search of a spare bowl from her pack and reaches for a worn ladle that hangs from her makeshift stove. “Here, you can even get the first bite of it. Bread or no bread?”
